Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.